Chapter 70: Conflict

Inside the warehouse, the noise was deafening as Yang Jie and Kaizi chatted while purchasing supplies, having a thoroughly busy and productive time. Fearing they might not have enough space to fit everything, Kaizi directly called for a truck to arrive and transport the goods back.

Right at that moment, a string of curses rang out, met with English counter-curses. Unfortunately, the combat effectiveness of the two sides was clearly not on the same level. Within mere seconds, the Chinese curses had already thoroughly greeted over a dozen generations of the opponent's ancestors, while the English side kept spewing out the usual tired cliches like bitch, asshole, and bullshit.

Upon hearing the commotion, Yang Jie felt the voice was inexplicably familiar, though the main reason was the sheer number of people and the noisy environment. At that moment, Emma ran over in a rush, grabbed Yang Jie, and said, "Sophia is getting into a conflict with someone!"

Yang Jie immediately walked toward the direction of the commotion, with Kaizi following closely behind to see if he could lend a hand. Pushing through the crowd, he saw a short, horizontally challenged, bald, greasy man wearing a thick gold chain, pointing right at Sophia's nose and shouting foul abuses.

"Stinking bitch, get lost! All of this stuff is ours!"

Sophia stammered in broken Chinese, "I... I called dibs on these first!"

The greasy man raised his chin and shouted loudly, "Fuck your mother! If calling dibs means it's yours, then I called dibs on everything in this place first, so it all belongs to me, right?"

"B-but, I've already paid for it!"

"Paid for it? What's so great about that? You can always get a refund!"

With that, the greasy man looked Sophia and Chris up and down, a flash of lewdness crossing his eyes. He had long heard that foreign women were very open, and he wondered if he could have a taste today.

"Actually, it's not like you can't buy them!"

Sophia fell right into the opponent's conversational trap. "What do I need to do?"

"Just sleep with me once, that's all!"

Sophia was instantly left speechless.

"What the hell? Do you have zero self-awareness about what you look like? I get it now—growing up, your parents must have lied to you every single day!"

It was a traditional American joke. The greasy fatty froze, catching only the first half while missing the second half almost entirely.

Because people from Beautiful Country liked to casually toss out phrases like "I love you," "darling," or "baby" every day before leaving the house. If your parents lied to you every day, it obviously meant that saying "I love you" was a lie, saying "darling" was a lie, saying "baby" was a lie, and telling you that you were handsome was also a lie.

Though he couldn't understand it, that didn't stop the greasy fatty from realizing it was an insult. He raised his hand, preparing to slap Sophia across the face.

Although Sophia hadn't been in a physical fight for several years, her long-cultivated muscle memory drove her to raise her left arm, her palm instinctively guarding her ear. When the greasy fatty's palm struck her forearm, her right hand instinctively drew a military dagger from her back waist, forcefully pressing it against the greasy fatty's neck.

A fat man's slap against a woman had always been foolproof—why had it failed today? Besides, why did his neck feel a little stingy? When he saw the dagger pressed against his throat, cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.

"Hey, hey, stinking bitch, don't do anything reckless! Let me tell you, this is Dragon Country, do you know you're breaking the law?"

Chris stood to the side, coldly watching the entire spectacle. Having spent time together lately, Sophia was the more active of the two. While the women hadn't fought each other, one could easily tell from their usual physical training that Sophia's combat skills were exceptional.

"Just now, if I had sliced across, you would already be dead!"

"B-bullshit, I'm already bleeding!"

"I've studied the laws of Dragon Country; it's nothing more than a bit more serious than a mutual brawl."

It was only then that Yang Jie and Kaizi finally arrived fashionably late.

Walking a circle around the two of them, Yang Jie didn't even spare the fatty a glance, speaking instead to Sophia.

"Put it away! What kind of behavior is this?!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Sophia put the knife away and retreated behind Yang Jie. "He cursed at me first! And he tried to grab the things I paid for!"

Yang Jie patted her shoulder and pointed toward the factory workers watching the show. "Go on, put the things you bought together with the things I bought."

"Okay!"

After dismissing Sophia, Yang Jie finally turned his gaze to the greasy fatty. "Fat baldy, how are we going to resolve this matter?"

The greasy man looked up at Yang Jie, and merely feeling that tower-like height blocking out the factory lights made him swallow hard. However, he wasn't a pushover either and immediately started calling for backup. Within a short time, at least seven or eight young men arrived. At that moment, the greasy fatty shed his coward persona; standing at less than 170 centimeters tall, his aura instantly skyrocketed to 2.7 meters—at least in his own imagination.

"Kid, don't think that being tall and having a loud voice means anything. I've got eight guys here now. What do you think you are, Ip Man?"

Yang Jie raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "I'm merely offering you a peaceful way to resolve this. If you don't want to resolve it peacefully, I'll use my own methods!"

"Shit your mother~~~~ Brothers, beat them up! Break their bones or cripple them, I'll take responsibility!!!"

In an instant, the entire factory area descended into chaos. The greasy fatty stood in the back watching the show while the remaining seven lackeys charged fiercely toward Yang Jie.

Yang Jie was tall with long legs. Every time an attack was about to land on him, he would dodge it in time, occasionally even willingly taking a punch or two.

Just as the seven young punks started thinking the big guy wasn't all that useful, the giant who had been dodging and defending the entire time suddenly raised his head, fixing them with the gaze of a predator eyeing its prey.

The seven of them jerked in shock. Before they could even react, Yang Jie unleashed a direct front kick. The young man rushing at the front was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than his charge, hurled a good five or six meters away. He lay on the ground, groaning and utterly unable to get back up.

Yang Jie didn't stop there. His imposing physique unleashed a speed completely disproportionate to his size, unleashing a barrage of iron-fisted education upon the remaining punks.

In a mere ten seconds, all seven young punks were already lying flat on the ground, unable to get up.

Normally, someone would have called the police by now, but who could have expected this black bear spirit to be so fast? Those who had intended to quietly reach for their police-summoning phones quietly put them away.

Seeing this scene, sweat poured down the greasy man's face.

Yang Jie walked right up to him and looked down condescendingly. "Tell me, how are we going to settle this?"

The greasy fatty stamped his foot and pointed at the pile of supplies. "I won't fight you for the goods anymore, but I'm not apologizing! This is a society ruled by law—you're not actually going to kill me, are you?"

"Pfft!"

The surrounding onlookers couldn't help but chuckle. Some had already recognized the greasy man's identity; the guy didn't have any major backing, but he was a sticky nuisance, and decent folks generally preferred not to get mixed up with his kind.

Kaizi walked up to Yang Jie's side, stood on tiptoes, and whispered softly, "Jie brother, this is Skinny Liang. He has connections in both the underworld and legitimate circles; he's not someone to mess with."

The corner of Yang Jie's mouth twitched. "Who came up with a nickname like that to poke fun at someone?"